Me and my daughter Charlotte, age 5, May 2012
There is a funny thing that happens when you go to Paris…and if you haven’t been yet, you are just going to have to take my word for it…
You fall in love with it.
You find yourself overwhelmed with the beauty and history and awe of it all, but somewhere in the middle of the vacation-high and busy-ness, I promise you at least once you will find yourself on a park bench, or sitting at an outside cafe, or just standing at the outskirts of a garden and it happens…
it comes over you, one goosebump at a time; that feeling that
you are in love.
This is exactly how I felt when I went to Paris the first time.
The second time I went to Paris, I saw the city with my child, through the eyes of my child…
Who looked in joy and wonder at every view of the Eiffel Tower, the entire week.
Who didn’t really like crepes at all (we will have to work on that),
and who said to me at least twice, every day, “Mommy, we are so lucky”.
Yes, Charlotte, we are.
Every time I come back from Paris I am inspired to live my best life; which means live my best life every day, in the house I live in, which is definitely not in Paris. I feel blessed to have a family I love who like me, enjoys simple things, new adventures, and being home as much as they love being on holiday. Travel is amazing, but home is where we start and end each journey from.
Do you have a city/country you are in love with? Tell me where and why!
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